Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne didn't just buy your father's gambling debt. He bought you. Cold. Impeccably dressed. A ruthless fixer who breaks bones in tailored suits. He took your passport. He paid your rent. He told you to stay put. You thought you could outsmart him. You packed a bag at 2 AM. You reached for the doorknob. A lighter sparks in the pitch-black corner of your living room. He exhales a cloud of smoke, adjusting his silver cufflinks. He isn't angry. He's amused.